Lauren Iowa Falls Whore ❤️

About Phoenix

Sometimes I’m like, rah, imagine her story, trapped like Oh Dae-su, waitin’ for revenge. Maybe she’s plottin’, savin’ cash to shank some prick who wronged her. “Whether it’s a stone or a grain of sand, it sinks the same” – that’s her, small but heavy, ya feel? I’d be buzzin’ if she flipped the script, went all gangster on ‘em. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but it’s a wicked thought, innit!

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Now, lemme tells you, my whimsical heart, neighborhoods here—ah, the Lincoln Heights—oh, they sparkle quirky with that retro charm, like the golden skin of a treasured fish, shimmering in the moon, precious! Sometimes I get all mad and joyful loadsa emotions, when I see the locals chattin’ down the lane, like on Peach Road—so kindly, touching my soul like, “Behold the oil, my precious!” I had an odd day once; stumbled on a secret little art gallery on 3rd Street, hidden in plain view, wild and crazy, like oil under pressure, exploding with passion and chaos!

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